Little lilliputian I,
Celebration of unison,
Lifelong, joyful conga,

More than converging egos;
A silent song, now sung.
A melody, an onion;
Your layers open, ingenuous.

Finally, I have a cause;
To call my own, to banish ennui.
My work, my dream, now unceasing.

For you, I build no cages;
Freedom and love are my constant issuance,
For you, my beloved son.
May your descendants last an aeon.

The End

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